Shut up and kiss me.
I don’t have a drinking problem. I have a drinking solution.
Re-reading Giovanni’s Room.
"They didn’t know they were immortal."
East Village Nocturne.
I woke up like dis.
Rooftop at the London Review of Books.
I just realized, belatedly, why Isaac Fitzgerald’s mom gave me this post card.
Brooklyn loves books. Thank you to everyone who came out to the reading last night. (at Greenlight Bookstore)
I’ve got fireworks in my bones.
Here comes trouble.
Oh, okay. Perfect.
A photo from the stage during yesterday’s reading.